Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
AN: Sorry it took so long! Freshman in high school now, kinda been busy.
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It took Sakura about a half an hour to be mostly satisfied with the condition of the living room. Kakashi, for whatever reason, hadn't finished the laundry, so she replaced the vacuum back into the closet and headed towards the laundry room. The door was closed, so she knocked with the ever popular 'shave and a haircut' combination. There was a furious shuffling sound from within.
"Kakashi? What are you doing?" she called through the door. The sound of footsteps was heard, and the door finally cracked open. Kakashi's blushing face peeked out at Sakura through the tiny opening.
"Um... nothing..." he said, obviously trying to hide his lie. Sakura shoved on the door, with no reward.
"Don't lie to me, man! Let me in!" Sakura said angrily.
"Just wait a second!" he replied, slamming the door shut and doing something in the room. Sakura heard the sound of rustling papers, dull thuds, and random crashes. After about five minutes, Kakashi opened the door and beckoned her in.
"What were you doing?" Sakura asked, leaning against the whirring washing machine. She stared at her lover questioningly, her arms folded across her chest sternly. Kakashi looked distinctly uncomfortable, scratching the back of his head. Sakura glared, and scanned the room suspiciously.
"Fine then, if you won't tell me, then I'll just find out for myself," she said threateningly, reaching towards the linen closet. Kakashi's face paled as she touched the doorknob, but he didn't budge from his position. Sakura smiled at him belittlingly as she turned the knob and opened the narrow door. A small wave of objects scattered over the floor, and Sakura smiled triumphantly as she looked down at the closet's contests.
Suddenly, a deep crimson hue covered her whole face, and her throat dried up.
Lying across the hardwood floor was... Kakashi's 'special things'. A lacy piece of women's lingerie lay on top of the pile. A leopard-print thong lay across her shoes, and she kicked it away in disgust. Several 'Icha Icha Paradise' novels littered the floor. Certain movies and magazines were strewn over the floor.
And... on top of the pile... was a little wooden box. Had Sakura not been so shocked, she would have simply picked it up and opened it, but she was too surprised to move. Her mouth opened and closed in silent words, and she looked up at the spot Kakashi had been standing. Except now, he wasn't there. She blinked in confusion.
However, in the split second that she blinked, Kakashi had zipped over to her and was now standing only centimeters from her. Sakura looked up at him.
"What-" she began, before his lips forcefully descended upon hers. Her eyes opened in shock as he wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her towards him. She tried valiantly to resist his masculine wiles, but had given up within second and began returning the kiss, placing her hands on the back of his neck. Sakura gasped into the kiss as Kakashi's pressed her against the washing machine, the corner driving into her back painfully. Kakashi must have sensed her discomfort, because he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up so that she was sitting on the washing machine. Sakura's mind seemed to kick in then, remembering what she had seen. She began struggling again, not wanting any more. Kakashi pulled his lips away sullenly.
"What?" he asked sadly.
"What's all this shit?" Sakura asked, pulling her hands away from him and pointing to the women's lingerie and porn on the floor. Kakashi sighed sadly and lifted his hands away from Sakura, picking up his scattered items.
"Listen, Sakura- could you, like, not tell anyone about this and forget that you ever saw it?" Kakashi pleaded. "I really don't think that I need to explain myself, I did that once."
"Fine," Sakura huffed at him. "I'll forget that I ever saw any of this," she said. Kakashi, from his kneeling position on the floor, patted her knee appreciatively.
"That's a good girl now," he said happily, shoving the perverted items back into the closet messily. The washing machine suddenly jolted to a halt, and Sakura stood up.
"I'll take it from here," Sakura said wearily. "Go clean the kitchen, I'll finish off the laundry." Kakashi smiled at her and waltzed out, blowing her a kiss as he left. Sakura sighed and took the load of dripping clothes from the washing machine and shoved them into the dryer. She sighed wearily and closed slammed the little metal door, leaning against the appliance.
She smiled slyly and walked over to the closet, opening the door quickly and digging through Kakashi's private stash and digging through until she found the little wooden box from before. She made sure that Kakashi wasn't nearby, then opened the lid.
Inside was several photographs of... her. There was one of her face- a class photo. Another showed her looking another way, looking either sad or lonely. The third photo was a simple picture of the back of her head, but looking at a pink and purple sunset. Sakura smiled and flipped through to the next picture, and her smile disappeared. There was a picture of her in her room, taken from her window by the view, of herself changing. The next three were similar. The last five photos, though, were of her in her bathing suits when they had gone to the beach. She wouldn't admit it, but Kakashi was actually a pretty good photographer.
Sakura dug deeper into the box, looking for anything else. There was a little sandwich bag that had a lock of her own hair, a tiny golden locket with a picture of both her and Kakashi in it, and a little blue book. It had no picture on the front, nor a title. Sakura opened it curiously. It was a diary.
Sakura turned to the first page and began to read.
AN: Sorry it took so long! Freshman in high school now, kinda been busy.
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It took Sakura about a half an hour to be mostly satisfied with the condition of the living room. Kakashi, for whatever reason, hadn't finished the laundry, so she replaced the vacuum back into the closet and headed towards the laundry room. The door was closed, so she knocked with the ever popular 'shave and a haircut' combination. There was a furious shuffling sound from within.
"Kakashi? What are you doing?" she called through the door. The sound of footsteps was heard, and the door finally cracked open. Kakashi's blushing face peeked out at Sakura through the tiny opening.
"Um... nothing..." he said, obviously trying to hide his lie. Sakura shoved on the door, with no reward.
"Don't lie to me, man! Let me in!" Sakura said angrily.
"Just wait a second!" he replied, slamming the door shut and doing something in the room. Sakura heard the sound of rustling papers, dull thuds, and random crashes. After about five minutes, Kakashi opened the door and beckoned her in.
"What were you doing?" Sakura asked, leaning against the whirring washing machine. She stared at her lover questioningly, her arms folded across her chest sternly. Kakashi looked distinctly uncomfortable, scratching the back of his head. Sakura glared, and scanned the room suspiciously.
"Fine then, if you won't tell me, then I'll just find out for myself," she said threateningly, reaching towards the linen closet. Kakashi's face paled as she touched the doorknob, but he didn't budge from his position. Sakura smiled at him belittlingly as she turned the knob and opened the narrow door. A small wave of objects scattered over the floor, and Sakura smiled triumphantly as she looked down at the closet's contests.
Suddenly, a deep crimson hue covered her whole face, and her throat dried up.
Lying across the hardwood floor was... Kakashi's 'special things'. A lacy piece of women's lingerie lay on top of the pile. A leopard-print thong lay across her shoes, and she kicked it away in disgust. Several 'Icha Icha Paradise' novels littered the floor. Certain movies and magazines were strewn over the floor.
And... on top of the pile... was a little wooden box. Had Sakura not been so shocked, she would have simply picked it up and opened it, but she was too surprised to move. Her mouth opened and closed in silent words, and she looked up at the spot Kakashi had been standing. Except now, he wasn't there. She blinked in confusion.
However, in the split second that she blinked, Kakashi had zipped over to her and was now standing only centimeters from her. Sakura looked up at him.
"What-" she began, before his lips forcefully descended upon hers. Her eyes opened in shock as he wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her towards him. She tried valiantly to resist his masculine wiles, but had given up within second and began returning the kiss, placing her hands on the back of his neck. Sakura gasped into the kiss as Kakashi's pressed her against the washing machine, the corner driving into her back painfully. Kakashi must have sensed her discomfort, because he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up so that she was sitting on the washing machine. Sakura's mind seemed to kick in then, remembering what she had seen. She began struggling again, not wanting any more. Kakashi pulled his lips away sullenly.
"What?" he asked sadly.
"What's all this shit?" Sakura asked, pulling her hands away from him and pointing to the women's lingerie and porn on the floor. Kakashi sighed sadly and lifted his hands away from Sakura, picking up his scattered items.
"Listen, Sakura- could you, like, not tell anyone about this and forget that you ever saw it?" Kakashi pleaded. "I really don't think that I need to explain myself, I did that once."
"Fine," Sakura huffed at him. "I'll forget that I ever saw any of this," she said. Kakashi, from his kneeling position on the floor, patted her knee appreciatively.
"That's a good girl now," he said happily, shoving the perverted items back into the closet messily. The washing machine suddenly jolted to a halt, and Sakura stood up.
"I'll take it from here," Sakura said wearily. "Go clean the kitchen, I'll finish off the laundry." Kakashi smiled at her and waltzed out, blowing her a kiss as he left. Sakura sighed and took the load of dripping clothes from the washing machine and shoved them into the dryer. She sighed wearily and closed slammed the little metal door, leaning against the appliance.
She smiled slyly and walked over to the closet, opening the door quickly and digging through Kakashi's private stash and digging through until she found the little wooden box from before. She made sure that Kakashi wasn't nearby, then opened the lid.
Inside was several photographs of... her. There was one of her face- a class photo. Another showed her looking another way, looking either sad or lonely. The third photo was a simple picture of the back of her head, but looking at a pink and purple sunset. Sakura smiled and flipped through to the next picture, and her smile disappeared. There was a picture of her in her room, taken from her window by the view, of herself changing. The next three were similar. The last five photos, though, were of her in her bathing suits when they had gone to the beach. She wouldn't admit it, but Kakashi was actually a pretty good photographer.
Sakura dug deeper into the box, looking for anything else. There was a little sandwich bag that had a lock of her own hair, a tiny golden locket with a picture of both her and Kakashi in it, and a little blue book. It had no picture on the front, nor a title. Sakura opened it curiously. It was a diary.
Sakura turned to the first page and began to read.